The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

Then he turned around and said to the sect leader behind him:

"Who taught you your sword-forging methods?"

The sect leader's expression changed.

He said it was a family secret and he wouldn't pass it on to outsiders.

Hai Shan didn't ask any more questions.

He simply stretched out his hand, spread his five fingers, and gently pressed it towards the sword pool.

The 1,300 swords hummed simultaneously, the pool water boiled and churned, and one by one, the souls that had been submerged in the water surfaced, translucent, incomplete, and indistinct, slowly rising into the air under the moonlight.

The sect leader's voice said that this was the foundation of the Sword Tomb, and you could not touch it.

Hai Shan said, "I won't move. You move."

That day, the sect leader of the Sword Tomb and all the elders who had participated in the Sword Pool's sacrificial ceremony entered the Sword Pool one by one.

They drew out the swords they had forged one by one and used them to sever their hands, feet, meridians, and primordial spirit.

Apart from the newly initiated disciples, almost everyone in the Sword Tomb was killed.

The only exception was Wang Qian.

So he became the one who bore all of this.

He retrieved the bodies of his masters and elders.

They were led out of the mountain gate one by one and buried outside.

As the last hope of the sect.

Wang Qianping teaches her junior brothers and sisters in her spare time, and then takes on commissions from the mortal world to earn gold and silver.

On the night of the full moon each month, he would throw his mutilated body into the sword pool.

He only hoped to use his body, the last remnant of the evildoer, to quell the resentment of the innocent.

One year, two years.

The last ten years have passed.

One night.

Wang Qian also fully accepted the resentment of the last sword in the Sword Pavilion.

On that day, Wang Qian's already blind eyes seemed to see.

A young woman's silhouette emerged from the sword, smiled at him in the moonlight, and then slowly vanished.

That night.

Wang Qian has completely mastered his innate divine power.

【Tongxuan Sword】

In the world of supernatural powers, there are extremely rare supernatural powers that can directly attack the primordial spirit.

The next day, the Sword Tomb was renamed Sword Pavilion.

Wang Qian became the first Pavilion Master of the Sword Pavilion.

For fifty-two years, Jian Ge has not forged a single sword made from a living person.

They forged swords from ores and animal bones, and nurtured them with time and patience.

The Sword Pool was sealed off and became a place for Sword Pavilion disciples to comprehend the principles of swordsmanship.

Wang Qian has never seen Hai Shan in all these years, nor has she ever looked for him.

He would only occasionally recall the young woman's smile at him in the moonlight at night, and then continue practicing his swordsmanship, teaching his disciples, and guarding the 1,300 silent swords in the Sword Pavilion.

This siege of Haishan marks the first time Wang Qian has stood on the opposite side from him.

Hai Shan remained silent, and Wang Qian offered no explanation.

But as he swung those seven swords, he knew that half of his strength was directed towards himself.

Towards the boy who ruined his future more than seventy years ago, towards the self who offered his body to the sword.

"But even so, I will declare war on you."

"The Supreme Being of Penglai".

"For the sake of the destiny of the supernatural world, I declare war on you."

Chapter 77 The Hypothetical Map of Mountains and Seas

The innate supernatural power of the Eternal Treasure Creator True Lord Haishan is extremely rare in the history of supernatural powers.

A causal supernatural power that allows the simultaneous use of multiple supernatural powers.

Its working logic lies in capturing the possible causal relationship between the other party and Haishan himself.

And a hypothesis is formed based on "If Haishan had done something back then...".

Then, this hypothetical seamount is used to cover the real seamount.

Among all known causal supernatural powers, he possesses the highest rank, on par with the Supreme Immortal Lord of All Laws, Gao Haoguang, who [predicts the true world from the false one].

Generally speaking, it is a degree that leads to great supernatural abilities.

Those whose status and strength are a level above other great supernatural beings will be granted honorary titles by the entire supernatural world.

Their imagination of Haishan came from the records of Jiang Mingzi.

He fought eleven powerful warriors alone and killed one of them.

He single-handedly dominated the world of supernatural powers for over a hundred years.

Although the Immortal Lord is the undisputed number one in the world of supernatural powers.

But it hasn't reached the point where one person can fight against a hundred.

Based on Jiang Mingzi's combat strength.

Its actual strength is roughly equivalent to that of thirty to forty great supernatural beings simultaneously.

Only thirty-six powerful cultivators dared to participate in the encirclement and suppression of Haishan.

That is precisely why.

Now.

October 10th, 2020, 11:09 PM

In the center of the Pacific Ocean,

They intercepted the thirty-five powerful seekers of the Dharma who had come to Haishan.

I've seen it all.

Fury, one of the three pinnacles in the history of the Supernatural World.

"Innate Supernatural Power"

Hai Shan stood in the eye of the storm, his robes fluttering in the gale.

His heterochromatic eyes reflected the starry sky and the surging waves of the sea. His voice was not loud, but it pierced through the howling wind and clearly reached everyone's ears.

"The original Shan Hai Tu (a map of mountains and seas) was hypothesized."

June and the others stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

At the very center of the storm, countless life-size paintings surged from the void, like snowflakes dancing in the air.

Each painting is different; some depict landscapes, some depict figures, some depict abstract runes and lines, and some are just a chaotic expanse of color.

But they all have one thing in common:

The people in the painting all have the same face.

Hai Shan's face was covered in tears.

Or they might be dressed in academic robes, holding books, reciting "wave-particle duality," their brows furrowed with a scholar's unique focus and fascination.

Or he might be dressed in a bright yellow robe, sitting atop the highest clouds, looking down upon the world with a serene and disdainful gaze.

Their faces were filled with worry, their brows furrowed, as if they were thinking of sharing the fate of all living beings, their eyes filled with compassion and heaviness.

Or he might be dressed in a black cloak with a serious expression, surrounded by many stolen treasures.

They come in countless forms and styles.

The most eye-catching part is the three scrolls at the top.

One of them, Hai Shan, was surrounded by surging green flames, holding a magic talisman in his right hand.

His gray hair gleamed in the flames, as if he were engaged in a battle with someone from afar.

One image shows Hai Shan, his muscles bulging, hidden in the black mist.

He exudes a suffocating sense of oppression, as if he might step out of the painting at any moment.

And the last one.

Hai Shan wore a bronze mask, his pupils, hidden in the shadows, filled with a thirst for blood.

Looking at the fluttering scroll, everyone felt their minds go blank.

In their eyes, Haishan, who had fully unleashed his supernatural powers, seemed to be a different person altogether.

Rather, it is a causal integration of the entire supernatural world throughout history.

Each of the "hypothetical" scenarios in those paintings represents another version of himself that he might become.

At this moment, they are all suspended in the air, like a mountain peak made up of possibilities.

The mere release of his innate divine power was enough to utterly crush everyone to the ground with its immense, vast, and timeless might.

In June, my legs started to feel weak, and my knees trembled uncontrollably.

"This is... Haishan."

She finally understood completely.